"I, Feng, have often used brush and ink to portray good and evil in the mortal world, making righteousness shine forth, teaching people far and wide and gathering the world's Literary Qi. My strength advanced a thousand miles a day.
Now the Great Age has arrived, and heroes are stepping forward one after another!
Even the Demon Sect of old is fighting for peace.
Heroes across the four seas do not fear the might of the Other Races. Willing to leave their bones buried in green hills, unrepentant if their blood stains the yellow sands, they all head to the battlefield prepared to die.
Why should I fabricate more stories to stir everyone into facing the enemy?"
Feng Chenye tossed every manuscript into the water and spread his arms. A few strands of hair fell across his handsome face. His gaze resolute, he raised his head and proclaimed his resolve in verse:
"Once I loved to compose by a solitary lamp, setting soaring ambitions loose upon the page.
Then came the urgent pounding of border drums; heroes from the four seas marched to die for their land.
Loyal bones lie throughout our mountains and rivers-what need for brush and ink to ring out their valor?
Let brush and books become blades and swords; let a scholar take up his sword to guard the frontier!"
As his final words fell, countless streams of Haoran Righteous Qi gathered above the Academy, becoming a dazzling, holy white light.
Like an enormous white dragon, the Haoran Righteous Qi flew toward Feng Chenye.
Feng Chenye rose into the air, his expression solemn. Literary Qi swirled around him, lending him a sacred majesty.
The Literary Qi gradually sank into Feng Chenye's body, and his vast aura spread outward like ripples.
Crack!
Feng Chenye's strength kept rising.